In the mosaic of existence
Try as I might, I cannot
Pick a speck – for each
Is intertwined
There is bliss
Pure, uncontested;
Revelling in a moment
Lived well;
Finding harmony-
Rarer than a four-leaf clover-
That chances upon you
Unawares
Elusive, in a blink
That bliss-
Drenching in a sudden shower
A stolen kiss
Revelling –
In the joy of mischief played
In the innocence of the victory then
The harmony
Of a silence, a fierce warm hug
The most beautiful thing is
Being given that chance–
To celebrate Life.
24 April, 2012
This is part of my contribution for My Most Beautiful Thing, the Blogsplash where bloggers all over are participating, sharing their moments, pictures, writes, feelings, on this topic. It has been inspired by Fiona Robyn’s book “The Most Beautiful Thing”, which is available on Kindle, for free, today! This page on Facebook, gives you details, and lots of posts on beautiful things, to read and rejoice in!
24 April, 2012